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Robbed (taemin)

"Hey... Where's your front door?"

"Oh! Well, I'm trying this new thing. If it doesn't make you happy then get rid of it."

"I think I'd be pretty happy with a front door."

"Yeah. I'm not sure a door is something I would steal from somebody."

"Well, maybe they couldn't pick the lock- were you robbed?" Taehyung stepped into the apartment and looked around warily.

"I don't know if I would call it that. I was just needing a good clean out."

"A clean-out is different than all your things going missing."

"The room looks better without furniture, don't you think? It's nice and spacious."

"There's a difference between being positive in a situation and being delusional. I think you need to call the police." Jimin smiled as he meandered through the living room.

"Maybe I should try minimalism while I'm at it. I always thought this place was too cluttered."

"Come on. Let's go."

"What- where are we going?"

"To my apartment. You can't stay here."

"Why not? It's perfectly fine. I think they left my mattress."

"I'm not letting you sleep on a bare mattress with no front door and no locks. Come on now, you can borrow some of my things." Jimin pouted but was internally grateful. I don't want me to sleep here either. Taehyung and Jimin often left for work at the same time and had helped each other out in a crisis many times, whether they needed a ride to work in the rain or a test tester for a meal experiment; they had formed quite the bond.

Taehyung unlocked his apartment and pulled Jimin in behind him.

"Did you grab your work bag?"

"No, you pulled me out before I could!"

"Alright, I'll go get it. take off your shoes and settle in." The door shut behind him and Jimin was left alone. Sighing into the silence- he carelessly toed off his shoes and pushed them into the corner. Taehyung unlocked the door and stepped back inside. After dropping his keys into the bowl on the counter, he left his shoes neatly in the doorway and handed Jimin his bag.

"I also grabbed your charger and your switch and tucked them in there." He nodded toward the bag in his hand. "I don't know why they left it but it was right there on the floor. Not really a safe place for it but you know." He shrugged and continued walking into the house.

"Really, it's alright you didn't have to do that. If they left it the first time I'm sure it would have been fine." Taehyung shook his head.

"I'm not wrong!" He said loudly. Taehyung entered the kitchen and set a pot of water to boil. He tied an old stained apron around his waist and tugged the strap over his head.

"Jimin." He turned around and set his hands on the elder's shoulders. "It's fine to be frustrated or angry that your things were taken. It sucks and that's okay." Jimin immediately quieted. He couldn't even find something to say. Tae flashed him a bittersweet smile and gently turned him around.

"My room is just down the hall. It's the only one with the door closed," He said gently. "Go on and have a moment to yourself. Pick out some clothes and take a shower, towels are in the cabinet." Jimin nodded and padded down the hall. He hesitantly opened the door and peeked inside. It's so unbelievable Taehyung. All the furniture was wooden, and a fluffy beige carpet took hold of the floor. There were a couple of potted plants sitting in the window. A couple of brass instruments sat in the corner waiting to be played.

Glancing back, Jimin made sure Taehyung was preoccupied before stepping in. He left the door slightly open. He opened the door on the opposite wall and came face to face with an array of clothing. Wringing his hands awkwardly, Jimin pulled a yellow t-shirt from its hanger and took a black pair of pants from the shelf. If only my closet was this organized.

Taehyung poured a box of pasta into the boiling water and gave it a brisk stir. He wiped his hands on his apron, fished his phone out of his pocket, and took a seat at the table. He could hear the shower running faintly down the hall. At least he didn't get lost.

Jimin folded his clothes and left them with his work bag by the door and joined Taehyung in the kitchen.

"Here, I just made you a plate."

"Oh, thank you." Taehyung blushed and handed him the plate of pasta. He'd always thought Jimin was gorgeous, who wouldn't, but with damp hair and no make up-it seemed so domestic. He scooped some pasta onto another plate and carried it into the living room.

"Come on we can watch a movie while we eat."

"Don't you want to get changed first?" The elder asked timidly. I feel weird being the only one in comfy clothes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right back." Taehyung abandoned his food on the coffee table and hurried off to the bedroom. Jimin shuffled his feet awkwardly as he waited for him to come back.

"You didn't have to wait... go on sit wherever. I'm not picky about eating on the furniture." Jimin nodded and perched on the edge of the sofa. Taehyung shook his head as he switched on the t.v.

"Don't look so uncomfortable, geez."

"Sorry," Jimin blushed and tucked himself into the corner. They settle into a comfortable rhythm: take a bite, chew, laugh at a bad joke on t.v, swallow. Once they had both finished, Jimin collected their plates and carried them to the kitchen.

"Just pop them in the dishwasher, I'll run it later." Jimin did as he was asked and returned to his spot. Taehyung cleared his throat before facing him.

"About earlier, I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. I just- all your stuff was taken you were being so okay with it." Jimin sniffled and turned away.

"No, no I didn't mean to make you upset. I just- oh, I'm sorry."

"I can't believe I'm crying." The elder muttered, wiping his eyes.

"Here, I'll get you tissues or... something." Taehyung stood but Jimin caught his wrist.

"Can we please go to bed?"

"Yeah. Yeah of course. Do you need water or anything?" Jimin shook his head.

"Okay, come on you can take the bed." Jimin let his hand drop and followed the younger.

"The sheets are clean. Just make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the living room if you need anything come and get me."

"Can... can you stay in here with me?"

"You want me to? I can, but we'll have to share the bed. If I get down on the ground I won't be able to get back up." Jimin let out a shaky laugh.

"Go on and get comfy, I'll get the lights." Jimin climbed onto the mattress and scooted to the right, pulling the comforter to his waist. Taehyung flicked the switch and followed suit. The pair lay down facing each other.

"Tae?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think the people who robbed me will come back?"

"I think they found what they were looking for so they shouldn't have a reason to." Jimin moved closer.

"I'm scared they will." Taehyung moved closer and bumped their noses together.

"I'll protect you if they do decide to show up." Jimin pulled the covers up to his chin, feeling like a kid scared of a thunderstorm.

"Can you check under the bed?" He regretted it the moment he said it. But Taehyung got up without another word and switched on the lights. Jimin sat up with the covers tight around his shoulders. The younger knelt and looked under the bed.

"Nothing but an embarrassingly high number of dust bunnies." He stood up, knees cracking. Instead of turning out the light, he opened the closet and rifled around inside.

"No one in here either. Anywhere else?" Jimin chewed his thumbnail before pointing to the window. Taehyung marched over, pushing aside the curtains. He opened the windows and called out.

"Go away mister boogeyman!!!" Jimin giggled. The younger slammed the window shut and threw the curtains closed. He shut off the light and crawled back into bed.

"All better?"

"All better."

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Nightmares (namjin)

Seokjin had dealt with nightmares for as long as he could remember. He usually woke up in a puddle of sweat, his throat sore. Namjoon spent countless hours talking him down over the phone, they developed a post-nightmare ritual to help.

Jin rubbed his eyes and folded the blanket away as he stood. He glanced back. Namjoon snored gently, comfortable under the comforter. The elder made his way to the bathroom and started the shower. He stripped as the water warmed, and stepped in. He rinsed and soaped up, then rinsed again and stepped out. Gently resting his forehead on the cool tile, Jin turned off the water and signed.

"Why does this happen?" He ran the towel over his skin before wrapping it around himself. Jin stepped out of the bathroom and came face to face with Namjoon.

"Did you have another one?" Jin nodded.

"Okay, let's get you into bed." The younger placed a warm hand on his lower back and steered him toward the bed.

"Wait-b- I need to get dressed." Namjoon smiled and shook his head.

"Relax, it's not live I haven't seen your naked before." Tugging away the towel, Namjoon helped the elder into bed. He took off his own clothes and slipped under the covers beside him. The younger slipped an arm around Jin's waist and tucked him under his chin.

"What was your dream about, hm?'' Jin sighed. This was always the hardest part. Over the years, talking about Jin's nightmares proved draining and unnecessary. So instead to help Jin forget the bad dream he would invent a positive dream to talk about instead.

"I was riding an eagle and flying way above the city."

" Really? That sounds amazing."

"It was. The view was incredible. I could see every color imaginable, and.." Namjoon gently trailed his fingertips over the elder's back, waiting for him to continue.

"And everyone looked like ants driving little toy cars." He pressed closer, craving the comfort of skinship. The younger held him tightly, playing with his hair until fell back asleep.

I stayed home sick from school today so i decided to write a bit since i've been m.i.a

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Art (Taehyung)

Taehyung dropped the dirty paintbrush into the jar and chose a smaller one. He generally liked to use oil paints, they dried slowly leaving more time to smooth and blend. He smeared red onto the canvas, then frowned. Not what I'm looking for. Instead he used the paint on the brush to coat his hand. And then stamped it on the canvas. Perfect.

Leaving the painting to dry for a few days, he rifled through forgotten projects in search of something to finish. Tae pulled out on old portrait. It was in black and white, the man's face blurred with streaks of gray. He tore it from the pile and propped it on the aisle.

Grabbing and old sheet, typically used for catching rouge paint splatters, he cut a small slit and tore a large strip from the end. He cut odd shapes from the fabric and used white paint to stick it to the portrait. Satisfied with the difference in texture, he left it to draw.

In the bathroom-he turned on the sink, letting the water run till it was warm. His hands shook as he pumped soap into his hands. The lather turned a strange swirl between red and white before settling on a cotton candy pink.

The water splattered. His hands shook violently, throwing droplets of water at the walls and mirror. Taehyung shut off the water and tried to take out his phone. He nearly cracked it on the tile floor but managed to tap his first emergency contact. The phone only rang for half a beat.

"Taehyung. You alright?"

"I um- I just need-""

"Tae."

"I'm having another episode."

"I'll come pick you up-you know I will. Do you need me to stay on the phone?"

"Please."

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Hiding (sope)

"Can we please bathe together? We're engaged!"

"I'm really not comfortable with that."

"Why not? And I want a real answer. None of this 'because' bullshit."

''I'm just not." Hoseok sighed.

"You know I love you no matter what."

"Yeah, I know."

A few weeks later

Hoseok was laying down on his back, scrolling through Instagram. Yoongi nervously climbed into bed beside him. Hoseok immediately gave him all of his attention.

"What's up love?" The elder shifted uneasily, sitting on his heels. Feeling his nervous energy, Hoseok sat up and faced him. Yoongi shied away.

"I thought I could do it but I can't."

"Take it easy baby. Tell me when you're ready." He took a deep breath, turning away and. hugging his knees.

"I think I'm ready." Hoseok tilted his head, confused.

"To - you know..."

"Okay, love. I'll go get everything ready okay?" He climbed out of bed and kneeled in front of Yoongi.

"I know this is a big step. If you need to stop at all please tell me. I'll go in and get everything settled and you can come in whenever you're comfortable." Yoongi nodded, keeping his head down as hoseok left. He heard the water running, the dull roar of the water leaving the tap and crashing into the tub below accompanying his nervous thoughts.

Yoongi stood and shook, letting out all his nerves. Taking a deep breath, he headed into the bathroom. Hoseok was already in the tub, the white fluffy bubbles covering the surface of the water.

"Hey, baby." He greeted gently.

"Can we... turn off the lights?" Yoongi asked.

"Of course, go ahead." The elder relaxed into the darkness and removed his shirt. Suddenly he became aware of a soft instrumental that filled the silence. He undressed fully and stuck a foot into the hot water, accidentally brushing against Hoseok's calf.

''It's alright, you can touch me." He encouraged. Yoongi settled into the water facing the younger and sitting in between his legs.

"You okay?" Yoongi nodded, then spoke aloud.

"Yes."

"I'm glad."

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes. Yes of course you don't need to ask. Here," He took Yoongi's hand and ran the pad of his thumb over the elder's knuckles.

"Can I wash you?" Yoongi nodded, then giggled to himself.

"Yes, you can."

"What's so funny, hm? What're you laughing at?"

"I forget you can't see me. I keep nodding at you."

"Silly goose." Hoseok teased, pulling a washcloth off the side of the tub. He felt around for the body wash, sniffing the product to make sure he picked the right one.

"I guess I didn't think this through. We can't even see what we're using."

" We can figure it out, don't worry." He sat up and gently massaged Yoongi's shoulders.

"This is about you okay? Let me take care of you." The elder nodded.

"I can feel you nodding." The couple burst out into a fit of laughter. Hoseok ran the washcloth over Yoongi's body, skimming over his scars both old and new. He tried not to give any indications that he was in pain. His thigh was mostly healed but he couldn't help pulling away when Hoseok cleaned his wrists.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asked worriedly.

"No, no. Not you. Just..."

"I can feel you flinch. Please tell me what's going on."

"I can't. Please I'm not ready."

"You're never ready. I'm trying my hardest to be patient but I'm tired of waiting. I'm very proud of you for doing this with me today. But I also need you to try to look at it from my point of view."

"I understand." He murmured.

"I don't mean to be harsh." Yoongi nodded.

"I really do want to tell you - show you."

"You know where to find me when you're ready." Yoongi rested his head on the younger's shoulder.

"Thank you Hobi. I feel safe with you, I want you to know that."

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Dogs (namjin)

Jin glanced up hopefully.

"They'd really like to meet you." Namjoon shook his head.

"I don't do parents."

"Please?" He clutched the other's hand desperately.

"We've been together almost six months! Plus they're really nice and welcoming I promise." Namjoon looked at him apprehensively, taking in the other's puppy dog eyes and soft mouth.

"Okay-" Jin cheered. "On one condition."

"What? What is it?"

"I get to pick your outfit for the day."

"For tomorrow or when we meet them?" He asked nervously. Namjoon stroked his imaginary goatee and tried to look deep in thought. Jin chewed his lip and tapped his foot under the table. You

"Tomorrow." The elder let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, babyyyyy! Come on out!" Jin groaned.

"Do I really have to?"

"That was the deal."

"Okay okay." Jin slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Namjoon immediately squealed.

"You look so good!" Cheeks turning red, Jin gripped the sides of the skirt and tried to pull it down further.

"Turn around. Give me a slow spin." Jin turned step by step, giving the elder a good view of the white t-shirt and blue plaid skirt Namjoon had dressed him in.

"Now, come here." Jin scurried forward, taking the elder's hand and letting himself be guided into Namjoon's lap. Resting his hands on the elder's hips, he pulled Jin's hips forward.

"Don't be shy love. It's just me." He gently gripped Jin's chin and tilted his head, exposing the other's neck.

"May I?" The elder nodded. Namjoon attached his lips to Jin's neck, sucking and biting harshly. Namjoon gripped the elder's shoulders. He gasped as Namjoon moved to another spot quickly becoming flustered as he wasn't used to feeling so submissive.

He whined, fisting Namjoon's shirt. The younger smiled, placing a comforting hand at Jin's lower back.

"I've got you, babe. You're safe." Jin leaned forward and rested his forehead against the younger's collar bone.

"I really really don't want to go in there. Can't you just ask them to meet me out here?" Namjoon pleaded, eyeing Jin's family pit bull through the window.

"Maddie is friendly I promise."

"You know I don't do dogs."

"Thirty minutes okay? We'll leave after that." Namjoon stared into Maddie's eyes.

"Fine." Jin grinned and opened the front door, leading the younger into his family home.

"Mom! Dad! We're here!" Maddie followed behind Jin, wagging her tail at super dog speeds and excitedly sniffing his pants. Jin bent down to give her some attention. His parents appeared from around the corner, smiling and shaking Namjoon's hands. The group made their way to the living room. Jin sat in the blue faux leather loveseat and Maddie took the cushion next to him.

"No Maddie." Jin scolded, gently pushing her away. She didn't mind though and instead curled up at his feet. Namjoon hovered in the doorway.

"Oh, don't mind her. Come grab a seat." Namjoon shook his head politely.

"I'll stay here. Dogs kind of freak me out."

"I can put her outside if you want." Jin's dad suggested.

"No no. It's fine. I'm good as long as there's distance." Jin frowned.

"She's the most behaved dog, really." Namjoon bit his lip, trying to keep the fear at bay as he slowly sank into the loveseat. Maddie's tail wagged faster than a helicopter propeller and she jumped up and pressed her nose to Namjoon's shin. He jumped away, nearly crawling into Jin's lap. The elder's mother tried to hide her amusement.

"She just wants to get used to your scent."

"I know what she wants to do. I'd prefer her not to." Jin stood up, keeping Namjoon in his arms and away from the dog.

"I think it's best we reschedule. I'll take you out for dinner next time." The couple rose and walked them to the door.

"Sure no problem. Drive safe."

"Thank you. We will." As soon as the door closed, Jin thrust the other onto his own feet.

"How could you be like that? That was so embarrassing."

"Oh yeah. More embarrassing for me than you."

"What is so bad about dogs that you couldn't control yourself for half an hour-"

"That's none of your business."

"It is my business. As your boyfriend when your last starts to affect our relationship it does become my business."

"I'm not talking about this here," Namjoon stated, getting into the passenger seat. Jin pulled out his keys and started the ignition, driving the quickest way home to shorten the awkward silence.

As soon as the vehicle was in park Namjoon opened the door and approached their apartment, unlocking the door and going inside. Jin sighed, resting his forehead on the steering wheel with a thump. He pulled the keys from the ignition and gathered himself before heading inside.

Locking the door behind him, Jin noticed the only light on in the apartment was the one in their shared bedroom. Jin removed his shoes and set his keys in the bowl before looking for Namjoon.

He spotted the younger in bed, still with his previous clothes on though he was under the covers. Closing the door behind him, Jin padded over and perched warily on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his hands together anxiously.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he started.

"Why are you making such a big deal? Just forget it already." Jin shook his head, sitting more comfortably.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not? Not everything needs to be talked about or brought into the open. It's fine to keep some things to myself."

"You're right. But things like this need to be talked about. I want to help in any way I can. But if I don't know the full story I can't help."

"You can't fix everything."

"No. I can't. I'm no superhero. But I know that if I can't help there's someone out there who can." Namjoon abruptly sat up, facing away from the elder and pulling off his shirt.

"I was attacked okay?" Deep rippled scars littered Namjoon's back, even reaching around his chest and stomach. Jin gasped, eyes tearing up at the bite and claw marks.

"More than once." The younger continued. Suddenly everything made sense.

The way Namjoon never turned his back to anyone and flinched whenever a dog barked, no matter how far away. How Namjoon refused to talk about any childhood pets or visit someone's house without knowing if they had pets. The fact that even though they'd been together for 4 years Namjoon never let himself be seen naked.

"Joonie I'm so sorry."

"You're only sorry cause you got mad at me when I had a perfectly valid reason to be scared."

"I am I really am." Namjoon sighed.

"I know." Jin crawled closer making Namjoon look at him over his shoulder.

"Can I ... touch... them?" Surprisingly Namjoon nodded.

"Do they still hurt?" Jin whispered, gently brushing a fingertip between the younger shoulder blade.

"Yes, and they likely will for the rest of my life. They're deep." Jin frowned.

"Is there anything that helps?"

"Medication mostly. Massages are supposed to help with blood flow but it hurts me too much." Jin gently wrapped his hands around Namjoon's middle and rested his head on his should, conscious not to press on the younger back.

"I'm glad you told me." Namjoon frowned.

"Are you really?"

"I am. Now I understand what happened and why you can't tolerate being near dogs."

"No. You don't understand. You don't understand the feeling of your body freezing and heart-pounding even though you tell yourself you're in no danger."

"You're right. I don't. But I've had similar experiences so I can relate. You're not always alone." Namjoon sighed.

"Let's get ready for bed." Nodding, the younger moved to put his shirt back on. Jin put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"There's no need to hide them. I like to see them."

"Okay." He stood, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Jin made his way to the closet to change. He changed quickly and waited for his turn in the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame, he smiled, enjoying falling into their usual routine.

Once they were both fresh and changed, they turned out the lights and climbed into bed. Jin held Namjoon to his chest, gently running his fingertips over the scars on his back.

"I really am proud of you. It takes a lot of courage to share your experiences." Namjoon smiled softly. He nuzzled into the other's chest and let himself drift off.

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Stitches (nammin)

Jimin was always the new kid at every school. His dad's position in the military required his family to move at least once every year. He never bothered to talk to anyone more than necessary, though he had made a few friends in the past. They usually talked over the phone daily.

Starting at a new school in the middle of the year was always the hardest, but it couldn't be helped. He swung his bag onto his back and headed to the office for his schedule. She also handed him a school map to help him find his classes.

He waited in the half-empty cafeteria and looked at the map before the first bell. A group of boys in ankle socks and basketball shorts snatched the paper from his hands. 

"Look! New kids got pink hair!"

"Pink hair's for babies and gays."

"He looks like a gay baby." Jimin rolled his eyes and sauntered off to the main office.

"Could I have another map? Some other kids took mine."

"Unfortunately, I don't have another paper copy. However..." Jimin looked around while she pulled out a pad of sticky notes. He spotted a boy sitting in a room down the hall. The woman stuck a note to the table and handed him a pen.

"If you leave your email I can send you one." I don't know why you can't just print another one but okay. He left her his email and made his way to his first class.

Over Jimin's first few weeks at this new school, he faced bullying worse than he'd ever experienced. He constantly blamed the bruises on gym class or accidents on his mother. Today was the worst by far.

They caught him just as he stepped through the doors, dragging him to the side of the building with no cameras. This time, they'd acquired a knife. 

Jimin was left to his own devices after the beating. He hugged his knees and hid his face in his arms. Why me? Everything is so hard. He sobbed. I can't do this anymore. Someone nudged his foot. Jimin looked up in surprise and immediately scrubbed away his tears. 

"Jisung's gang get you again?" Jimin nodded silently, feeling stupid for letting someone see him this way. The boy extended a hand, but Jimin shook his head and laid his head back down. Tucking a hand under either arm, the boy pulled Jimin to his feet. Jimin let out a grunt of pain, covering where his shirt was soaked with blood.

"Let's assess the damage." He lifted Jimin's shirt and looked at the cuts underneath.

"You'll need those stitched up." Jimin groaned. The boy cracked an odd smile and gently pushed him toward a stray picnic table. 

"You don't gotta tell your parents. I'll stitch you up." Jimin lay on the table at watched as the other sat beside him a pulled supplies from his bag. 

"Not gonna lie, it'll probably hurt like a bitch." Jimin shrugged and the other began his work.

"Name's Namjoon by the way. Figured you'd wanna know since I'm all up in your business." 

"Jimin." The only sign he gave that he was in pain was the slight tightening of his brow, making Namjoon smile.

"There's no shame in crying or showing your pain. Don't be one of those kids who punches drywall as a pastime." Jimin chuckled. 

"I'll do my best."

"Alright, that'll do it. Just keep an eye for infection obviously. See you 'round."

"Yeah. See you."

Jimin stumbled home and raced up to his room to change before his mother could catch him. He went into the bathroom and applied ointment to his stomach before heading downstairs.

"Hey, honey how was school?"

"Same as always." She nodded. 

"What do you feel like for dinner?"

"Pasta." 

"Sounds good." Jimin grabbed an apple from the fridge and headed back upstairs. 

The next day, Jisung's group caught him before he even made it into the school building. From the first kick, he could feel that his stitches had ripped. He rested his forehead on the brick and took a deep breath before staggering inside. He spotted Namjoon in a small group of people down the hall. Biting his lip, Jimin hovered nervously beside them.

"He what up? You doing okay?"

"Popped a stitch," Jimin replied tightly.

"You don't look so good." Someone commented. Namjoon took his arm and lead him into the bathroom.

"Alright let's see." He lifted Jimin's shirt.

"Jesus, what did you do? You ripped the thread right through your skin." Namjoon frowned at the newly formed bruise on his chest. 

"You know, if you stick with us they won't bother you anymore." Jimin shrugged. Sighing, Namjoon ruffled through his bag.

"I'll have to glue you up instead. Lucky for you it doesn't hurt at all."

"Why didn't you do that before~" Namjoon smiled ryly.

"Stitches have a better chance of healing in my experience." Namjoon applied the glue and pressed the skin together before capping the glue and throwing it in his bag. He then wiped the sweat from Jimin's forehead and fixed his hair.

"There. Good as new." Jimin smiled.

"Thanks."

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Cold Turned Warm (sope)

The band poured into Jungkook's and Jimin's shared room for an Overwatch tournament. Namjoon came prepared with a diagram of who would play against who to find the best player in the dorm. Yoongi claimed Jimin's bed to himself, laying on his stomach and propping his head on a pillow to watch. Being the hosts, Jimin and Jungkook played first.

"Namjoon didn't put your name in so you don't have to play at all," Hoseok mentioned, kneeling by the mattress.

"Good.

"I don't have to play until three rounds in. Can I lay up there with you, hyung?" Yoongi stared a beat too long before grabbing his pillow and rolling over.

"Thank you." Yoongi hummed. Jimin groaned and passed the controller on as Jungkook cheered loudly. Namjoon left to grab snacks and Jimin started some music. Jin settled into the beanbag beside Jungkook and the game began again. Namjoon came back with three bowls of various chips and bags of popcorn.

Hoseok grabbed a small handful of chips. Knowing they were Yoongi's favorite, he gently pressed one to the other's lips. The elder closed his eyes and accepted the offering. Tae glared from across the room.

"Suga-hyung would bite my hand off if I did that." Hobi stuck his tongue out. Jungkook won another game but decided he needed a break from the screen. He grabbed a chip bowl and lay down by Yoongi with his head on his thigh.

"My head hurts."

"Stop playing video games for hours on end." Yoongi retorted.

"It's the only fun I ever have~" Yoongi shrugged as best he could while laying on his side.

"That's not my fault," Jungkook grunted, giving into Taehyung pestering and playing against him. J-hope rolled to face Yoongi, brushing some hair out of his eyes.

"Gonna take a nap, hyung?"

"You already know the answer." Hobi grinned and shook his head, cradling Yoongi's head and cupping his hands over his ears. The elder scrunched his nose in distaste but relaxed when the chaos of the dorm room was muffled. Jimin fake gagged.

"Take the PDA somewhere else." Yoongi slipped from Hoseoks grasp and retreated to his own room.

"He was warming up to me!"

"Then go follow your man." Hoseok pouted but left anyway. Finding Yoongi in his bed submerged in the covers, he knocked lightly on the open door before entering.

"Can I lay with you, hyung?" A small hand poked out of the comforted and pointed to the closet.

"Only if you change first." Hobi changed silently and slipped under the covers. Yoongi's face was slightly red from the heat trapped under the blanket, his hair mussed and standing in all directions.

"You're so cute I could kiss you," J-hope whispered.

"I wouldn't complain."

inspo by: @creweemmaeec11

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The Grocery Debacle (namjin)

I'm using the last prompt

Jin hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Namjoon. What's up?"

"Hey, I'm at the grocery store, do you mind looking in the fridge and sending me a list of what we need?"

"Yeah sure, no problem."

"Alright, thank you."

"Yup, love you." Jin immediately smacked himself on the forehead. Namjoon chuckled.

"Love you too, hyung. I'll be home soon but please be very specific in the list. You know how I am."

"Believe me, I do know. No one else would come home with three different types of nut milk just because they didn't know which one I needed."

"Yeah yeah."

"Okay, I'll see you later."

"Yup. See you." Jin hung up the phone and threw it across the room. He buried his head into the mattress and screamed.

"That's it!" He yelled, pulling at his hair. "I'm moving out! I can't believe I said that." Sighing, the elder got up and retrieved his phone. Not only was the screen protector cracked, but the screen underneath shattered. Jin banged his head on the nearest wall until he was sure he had a concussion.

He went into the kitchen and stood over the trash can, gingerly peeling the broken screen protector off and groaning like a dead man. He then opened the fridge. Trying to avoid the glass shards falling out of his phone screen, he typed out quite a lengthy list and texted it to Namjoon.

Two hours later the younger arrived back at the apartment, carting bags of groceries. He found Jin bent over the counter with his head in his arms.

"Jin hyung? You okay?" The elder grumbled in response. Namjoon opened the fridge and began putting the cold items away and spotted Jin's shattered phone next to him.

"What happened to your phone?" He asked, gently pulling the other up.

"And your forehead! It's all red!" He gently rested the back of his hand on Jin's forehead.

"No fever. And your thumbs are bleeding! What the hell did you do while I was gone?" Namjoon marched off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and began cleaning him up.

"What happened?" He asked again.

"I threw my phone at the wall and then it shattered but I still had to type on it to send you the list."

"That doesn't explain your forehead."

"I banged it on the wall."

"How?"

"On purpose."

"Was hyung embarrassed he said he loved me~" Jin remained silent. Namjoon rolled his eyes playfully and patted the elder's head.

"Aish, you're so dramatic, Jin hyung."

inspo by @creativepromptsforwriting

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After Practice (jinmin)

Jimin trudged into the apartment, hardly aware of the door slamming behind him. Jin came out of his room, still half asleep, to scold him- but stopped short when he saw the younger could barely hold himself up.

"Jimin? You're back awful late." Jimin grunted. Jin took his dance bag from his hand and set it on the ground, helping the younger remove his shoes.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Gotta shower, hyung."

"That can wait 'till morning. You can barely stand." Without further complaint, Jin led Jimin to his bedroom and tucked him under the covers.

"Don't forget to shower in the morning."

"I won't," Jimin muttered, nuzzling into the pillow. Jin left him to sleep, retreating back to his own bed.

Jin had finally started to drift back off, a random youtube video playing on the t.v across from him. A small knock made him open his eyes. Jimin opened the door slowly and padded into the room.

"Can't sleep?" Jin asked groggily.

"Sorry, hyung." Jimin said, climbing under the covers.

"You know I don't mind." Jin chuckled, letting Jimin tangle their limbs and rest against his chest. Combing through the younger's locks, he felt Jimin relax against him. His hair had grown long during their months of practicing. Jin began braiding it as he spoke.

"I'm proud of you for working so hard. I know ARMY will appreciate it."

"You think so?" He smiled at Jimin's soft reply.

"I know so."

inspo by: @fluffyomlette

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Heaven and Hell (taekook)

This story is a request by @idkwhybutilovewhales on wattpad hopefully it lives up to your expectations :)

*suicide/sh mention*

As an angel, Jungkook has seen a lot of people die and has led them to heaven. Over his hundred years, he's grown pleasantly numb to seeing their bodies mutilated by murder or suicide.

He glances wearily at his latest mission, seeing the telling scars decorating its thighs and wrists. Despite the blood, the boy glows blue, showing Jungkook that he was, indeed, meant for heaven. The blue glow slowly fades as the boy dies. Despite being numb to gore, the sadness of death always weighed heavily on Jungkook's shoulders.

He can feel the confusion in the boy's soul and immediately knows his name. Jimin. Jimin looks up at him with scared, but strangely relieved eyes.

"Have I done it?" He asks.

"Yes." As he reaches for Jimin's hand, Jungkook feels the other's soul being sucked downward. To hell. He grasps on quickly, letting himself be dragged too. The cold winds of hell bite at his skin, the unforgiving frost and snow endlessly torturing its hellish victims. He feels himself being pulled away from Jimin and is sucked into hell's castle.

He lands in front of a silver, ornate throne where the king of hell rests comfortably. Jungkook raises his eyebrows.

"You've taken the wrong soul." The king grins.

"I have taken nothing. Fate decides their final resting place."

"His soul was blue. Give him back."

"I do not think you are in anyplace to demand me, little angel." Jungkook couldn't help the embarrassed pink that adorned his cheeks.

"I am not little." The king smiled.

"I'll send your precious soul to heaven if you give something in return."

"Anything." He replied without hesitation.

"Are you positive..?" The saddening image of Jimin's raised scars danced in front of his eyes, so intense he hardly registered the king's devilish grin.

"Yes."

"Give me your hand."

"Return him. And with proof." The king laughed, before clapping his hands. He pointed his finger where a crisp image of Jimin arriving in heaven appeared. Jungkook smiled.

"Now, give me your hand." Jungkook rested his hand in the king's open palm.

"What do you want?"

"You." He yanked Jungkook into his chest while they were transported to the king's bedroom. Jungkook was lowered-gently-into the red silk of the king's bed. He pushed weakly against his chest as the king hovered over him.

"I don't even know your true name."

"Taehyung."

"Jungkook."

"I know, angel." He nosed Jungkook's neck, a sacred place for angels. Jungkook whined pitifully as Taehyung nipped at the sensitive skin. Purple marks bloomed easily. The king leaned away and gripped the hem of Jungkook satin clothing.

"May I?"

"Of course." Taehyung chuckled at Jungkook's delirious, almost drunken state. He covered Jungkook's chest in more purple bruises, relishing in the other's beauty.

Taehyung gazes down at the angel, now covered in hickies with closed eyes and messy hair.

"Let's see those wings..." Jungkook complied, unfurling his wings. Once a stark white, they had darkened to a haunting dark gray. Taehyung leaned down to Jungkook's ear.

"My beautiful angel."

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Sleep (yoonmin) (drabble)

Yoongi laid his head on the desk once again, ignoring the teacher's nagging. Once the bell finally rang, Jimin nudged his elbow. Yoongi jolted, throwing his things in his bag.

"How're you always so sleepy, hyung? What time do you go to bed?"

"3:00 am on a good day?"

"Hyung! Go to sleep earlier! You need like 8 hours of sleep every night."

"Even weekdays? Are you kidding?"

"That's why you always feel like shit."

"I got too many things to do to sleep that much."

"You're going to need to work on that, hyung." Yoongi shrugged, letting the school doors slam behind him.

inspired by: @whygodohgodwhy

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i never post :(

so i’m never on here anymore...

my wattpad is @Can_i_be_you_plz if you want to see more BTS ffs

and my insta is @hey_itzmadz

see you there!

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Petit Jungkook (taekook) (drabble)

Taehyung laughed loudly, watching Jungkook jump on his tippy toes, arm stretched upward.

"Stop laughing! I can't concentrate!"

"I'm sorry bun." The elder covered his mouth with his palm as Jungkook extended both hands and groaned. His small pink tongue poked out as he jumped up, narrowly missing the toaster cord.

"Careful, if you pull that you'll end up with a toaster on your head."

"I know, I know." Just as he was going to climb onto the counter, Taehyung stepped forward and wrapped an arm around his waist, easily bringing down the toaster for him.

"That was too much work for a piece of toast."

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Nap Time (yoonmin) (littlespace)

"Yoongi? Love?"

"Here Daddy!"

"Hello love." Jimin lifted the younger into his arms. "I think it's time to pause playtime and take a nap." Yoongi held his toy truck to his chest, rubbing his eye with the other hand.

"I'm not sleepy. I want to play more." Jimin walked the elder into their bedroom and set him on the bed.

"I know, but we don't want to be cranky," He gently replaced the toy truck with a stuffed rabbit. "Do we?"

"No, cranky is bad," Yoongi said with a pout. The little yawned quietly.

"You're looking awful sleepy there sweetie. How about some p.j's?"

"No." Yoongi crossed his arms. "It's not nap time. Those are only fake ones."

"Are you sure it's not nap time? I've got your paci and a bedtime story." Yoongi gazed at his paci longingly. "If you want it, you'll have to get in your p.j's."

"Okay." Yoongi lifted his arms, waiting.

"Here you go, love." Jimin handed him his paci, letting the little pop it in his mouth.

"fank chu."

"You're welcome, little one. Let's get you all comfy." He tucked Yoongi under the covers and sat next to him, storybook in hand.

"Which one ith this?"

"Little Red Riding Hood."

"My favorite!" The little grinned widely.

"Yes, love." Jimin began reading, letting Yoongi rest his head on his shoulder.

"Goodnight, baby." He whispered, carefully slipping out of the room.

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Mario Kart Competition (taejin)

hehe sorry, I've been goneeeeee depression has been kicking my ass :)

Jin gripped the controller tightly, keeping his eyes focused on the T.V screen. Taehyung threw a red shell, successfully hitting the older and surpassing him. Jin cast him a strong glare. Tae shrugged but grinned proudly. Jimin and Jungkook whooped loudly behind him, jumping up and down, jolting the couch forward. Jin's concentration intensified as he fought to get ahead. The younger shook his head, throwing yet another shell at Jin's kart.

"God damnit!" He yelled, pushing furiously at the joystick. Taehyhung finished not a second later, handing his controller off to Jimin. He crossed his arms and leaned back.  Jin looked at him incredulously, giving up and letting Jungkook lake his remote. The younger met his gaze and winked. Jin's jaw hit the floor.

"But-" Taehyung cast him a small smile and got up, heading to the back for a drink. Jimin plopped in his seat.

"You lost real bad there, man. Even 8th is bad for you." Jin stuck out his tongue and followed Tae. Seeing the elder approach, Tae left his drink at the punch stand and sauntered through the crowd. Jin followed, finding the younger leaning against the back wall. Taehyung tilted his head toward a closet door, then pushed off the wall, and slipped inside. Jin followed a moment later. Taehyung immediately grabbed his wrist and pushed him against the shelves, his other hand against Jin's lower back.

"I came in first," He whispered. "How about a reward?"

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Sick Nights (nammin)

"Hyung, come on. You'll get even sicker." Jimin tugged at Namjoon's arm, trying to at least drag him to the bedroom. The elder groaned but didn't move an inch.

"Minnieeee I'm comfy. It's too hot, the floor is cool." Jimin let go of the other's arm, flinching when his knuckles his the ground.

"Sorry." He whispered. "But hyunggggg you can't-" The younger watched helplessly as Namjoon curled into the fetal position, resting his feverish skin against the cold kitchen tile. Sighing for the thousandth time, he trudged back into their bedroom alone.

Five minutes later, Jimin had hauled their comforter and pillows into the kitchen and made himself a makeshift bed next to Namjoon. The elder watched through drooped eyes as Jimin laid down. Reaching out his hand, he sleepily grasped the younger's fingers.

"Love you, hyung."

"Love you, Minnie."

prompt by: @mufffyyy

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What Friends Are For (yoonkook)

Jungkook knocked softly on the door, grasping a heavy bag of fast food.

"Come in!" He opened the door softly and stepped in. Yoongi office was dark, as always. The oldy light came from three monitors that were all crowded with music software. The elder was clicking furiously, looking between the screens with his headphones falling off one ear. Dressed in an old oversized t-shirt, Yoongi looked as if he hadn't left the room in weeks, which was probably accurate.

"I brought food, hyung."

"Just let me..." He began saving and closing the millions of tabs and pop-ups. Jungkook began emptying the food onto the table, taking a seat on the floor. Yoongi joined him, practically inhaling the food.

"Geez, when's the last time you had a meal?"

"Thursday maybe?"

"Thursday!! Hyung, that was four days ago!" The elder shrugged.

"You can go three weeks without food without dying."

"That doesn't mean you should!"

"Why are you getting angry with me! I'm getting work done aren't I? I'm being productive aren't I?"

"You still shouldn't be hurting yourself like that." Yoongi rolled his eyes, tossing the empty containers bag in the bag and heading back to his desktop. Jungkook finished his food in silence. As the elder continued working, Jungkook laid on the floor and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook glanced at him briefly.

"Laying down."

"Go lay down in your own room."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm making sure you take care of yourself." Yoongi turned back to his work with red cheeks.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"That's what friends are for, hyung."